"Suppose is no word for it," replied the boy; "it's a stern reality."
"They're hustlers," conceded Barry.
"Yes, and they're fighters, too."
"Fighters?"
"Yes; fist fighters."
"What do you mean?"
"Why, when I was delivering a telegram this morning, the chairman of the delegation got into a dispute with one of the other men and it ended in a rough and tumble fight."
Barry was absorbed.
"What was it about?"
"Oh, this fellow accused the chairman of freezing him out; said his land was good as any other, and if they didn't take him in, he'd raise trouble—only he used a stronger word than trouble."